No Change, No Tears

Watching Skins. Pretty much all I've done today. Apart from complain about my wisdom tooth coming through and how painful it is. This is now the fifth episode I've watched in a row this evening. I should really sleep, but I only want to watch Skins, and I can't fall asleep watching Skins. I can only fall asleep watching Grey's Anatomy. Tomorrow I have to go to the dentist about my tooth, incase it's impacted. And I have to go and get my new glasses. Change. I hate change. I don't want tomorrow to come so I'm going to watch Skins, because if I can't sleep watching Skins then I won't sleep, and if I don't sleep then tomorrow will take longer to get here. I'm back home again, back from halls because I've handed every single bit of work in, all fourteen pieces. I actually did it. Early. Which is the only change I can cope with. Beneficial change. At halls there's finally a sixth person in our flat. I don't remember his name but I remember that he's studying Radiography. I think I'd like to do Radiography. It's probably bad that I don't remember his name but I remember that he's studying half at St George's and half at Kingston, but I don't like change and I've grown used to having an empty room in the flat. Anyway. Change is bad. Bad bad bad. But sleep is good. Such a dilemma.